Subject: Lessons (F/f , teen)
From: "Jessie Walker" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: 13 Sep 1998 20:19:04 -0700
This was my first-ever story I wrote and posted for SSS. So if you've read it, I apologize, I just felt like reposting it again..... for the helluva it <G>.....Jessie
I don't know what made me skip class with my friend that day -- especially to go drinking. I wasn't normally impulsive like that. I was the Editor-in-chief of my high school newspaper and I knew that the paper had to be done by this afternoon.Yet I thought that my staff could carry on just fine without me.
Besides, I rationalized that I would be back after school to see how it was progressing. I didn't expect to drink as much as I did. My friend Megan had supplied the alcohol and well, before I knew it, I had to be getting back.
I remember voicing my concerns to Megan that I was feeling buzzed and was concerned that Mrs. T (my journalism teacher) might find out.
"Relax Kate, you know Mrs. T adores you. You guys have a great relationship. Besides, she will never know," Megan said assuredly as she dropped me off. I couldn't argue with the having- a-great-relationship part. I was very close to Mrs. T. My parents were never around. They were always too busy traveling to pay much attention to their daughter. Mrs. T was the one I went to for advice and affection. There had been many times that I had cried my heart out in the arms of my beloved teacher. She was my mother of choice and there was nothing that I wouldn't do for her.
As I walked into the classroom I found my staff busily at work. I smiled smugly to myself feeling that everything was going to be okay. That was when I glanced over at Mrs. T. She was talking with another student. She looked up at me and started to smile but stopped short. I felt my heart start to pound.
Quickly I turned away and started talking to the person next to me. I stole glances at Mrs. T out of the corner of my eye. Her brown eyes were riveted to my face. Suddenly, under the scrutiny of my teacher's gaze I started feeling really sick. My stomach started lurching. I excused myself and ran out of the room to the bathroom. I could hear Mrs. T calling my name.
I barely made it in time. After I was through I leaned up against the bathroom stall, my head spinning. I could see Mrs. T standing there looking down at me with a frown on her face. I think she said something like,"Kate I smell alcohol. Have you been drinking? Is that where you have been? Kate? Kate?"
That was the last thing I remember before everything went black.
I awoke in a huge white bed with sunlight streaming in the bedroom window. Where was I? How did I get here? These thoughts were running through mind when Mrs. T appeared in the doorway.
"Hello Kate. How are you feeling?" she said.
"Okay", I answered", but where am I? How did I get here?"
" You are in my house, in my spare bedroom," Mrs. T said with a small smile.
Her face turned serious. "I brought you here after you passed out in the bathroom yesterday. I was really worried about you."
A vague memory of yesterday's events started emerging in my mind.
"Mrs. T, I am so sor---."
"I know dear," she cut me off. "Let's get some food into you and then me and you are going to have a long talk," she said looking deep into my eyes.
Something about the words "long talk" made me feel uneasy. I looked right back into my teacher's eyes and knew that our relationship had changed forever.
"Could we maybe have that talk now instead of later?" I asked meekly.
"If that is the way you want it," she said. "First I have some things that I want to say and I don't want to be interrupted. Understood?" I nodded.
"Good. Now I have given this situation a great deal of thought. You skipped my class and ran away from your responsibility as Editor in order to get drunk. You let me down and you let your staff down. You were selfish and immature in your actions. What I can't believe is that you actually had the gall to come back into my classroom drunk! What were you thinking? You could have been killed or could've killed someone else. Now everything I know about you tells me that you don't normally do this kind of stuff. Everyone makes mistakes. This was a huge mistake. And when mistakes are made there are consequences. That is how you learn, " she said looking at me very pointedly.
"I have thought long and hard, " she continued, " and I don't think firing you from the paper is going to do any of us any good. Your parents are out of town and you are staying with Megan, who I called and told that you would be here, so they would not be worried. Besides you have told me time and time again that your parents don't care and never punish you anyways. Well, you know what Kate? I do care about you and I can't just let this one go. Since you behavior was so immature I think that you have warranted yourself a little girl punishment. I am going to give you a spanking," she said reading my reaction to her words.
She couldn't be serious! I had never been spanked in my life and told her as much.
"Well, then I guess that this will be very memorable for you. I am serious Kate. Now I want you to march yourself over to the corner and think about how much you let everyone down. I will be back. Don't move from there until I come get you."
WIth that said I slowly walked over to the corner. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed. I leaned my head against the walls and watched as the tears slid down my face onto the carpet.
After a long while I felt Mrs. T take my hand in hers. She led me over to the bed where she sat down. She held my hands in her and tilted my tear-stained face to meet my eyes. "Kate, I know this is going to be hard for you, but you do know that you deserve it, right?"
I nodded my head. A fresh set of tears welled up in my eyes. I put my arms around my teacher and whispered, "I am so sorry."
She hugged me close and said,"I know sweetheart. I know. Now come lay over my lap." She pulled the nightie up and out of the way leaving my panty-clad bottom on display. "I don't want your hands to get in the way. Is that understood? You can kick and scream, but do not get up or interfere with the spanking or we will begin all over again."
I nodded, determined to be good and take my punishment.
Her hand rained down on my bottom over and over again. Just as it was really starting to hurt she pulled my panties down to my knees leaving my bottom vulnerable. Her hand came down time and time again on my redening bottom.
Her rhythm was relentless. By this time I was crying and pleading openly for her to stop.
"Pleeeeassse stop. This really hurts. I will never do it again if you would just stop. Please."
"It is supposed to hurt Kate, and I hope you never do it again," she said as her hand left no area unspanked. She then picked up the hairbrush and started spanking my bare bottom with it.
Soon enough big heaving sobs were coming from me. My whole being ached with something I can not describe. My heart especially ached with a long deep pain that came from inside. The spanks finally ended and I stayed over her lap sobbing. She rubbed my back as the sobs became fainter. When I could move again she helped me sit upright in her lap. I leaned my head against her shoulder and her hands wiped the tears that kept falling. No words were spoken between us for a very long time.
I looked up and into the gentle eyes that I had sought so many times before. My heart filled with love for this woman. She had cared when nobody else had.
Ever so softly I whispered,"Thank you."